Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.